#bradshaw baddies

[thedroneranger]

Call You Mine

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Précis: It's hard to get over Bradley Bradshaw. And who can blame you? Love makes us crazy. If it doesn't, are you doing it right?

Note: Excited to finally post this! Life made this one take a little longer. This is one of two entries for @cherrycola27’s #top gun taylors version challenge! Congratulations, on the milestone, babe—I'm sure we'll be celebrating another soon! This fic is inspired by a T. Swift favorite of mine, Don't Blame Me. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit: stalking, violence, attempted murder, masturbation.

Word count: 3.5k

What did he see in her? 

It wasn’t the first time that thought had crossed your mind, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

Her hair was down, and her outfit casual—light-colored jeans with a loose-fitting t-shirt front tucked. Sunglasses shading her eyes, she sipped coffee and scrolled her phone while she waited for him. After what seemed like an eternity, he joined her. 

Through narrowed eyes, you watched as she stood to greet him and they embraced. She threw her arms around his neck, getting on her tiptoes, while his arms slung low on her waist.

You and Natasha met a handful of times. Bradley insisted he and Nat were friends and nothing more. Of course, you didn’t believe Bradley for a second. Every touch, every hug, every late night phone call said otherwise. 

They were so natural together. Like birds singing as the morning sun rose or crickets crooning in the twilight. 

No wonder Bradley thought it couldn’t work with you. How could he when there was five-foot-seven worth of gorgeous grin and glowing skin staring at him over a coffee cup?

She had to go.

Sinking lower in the driver’s seat of your vehicle, you watched as they got up together. After disposing of their cups, Bradley walked Natasha to her SUV, which you knew was parked around the corner. As they disappeared, you punched the ignition button and pulled out of your curbside spot across the street.

“Catch you later tonight?” Natasha asked as she slid into the driver’s seat. 

“Absolutely.” Bradley rasped, holding the door open. They grinned at each other as he closed it. As she pulled away, and they exchanged waves through the window. 

Bradley waited on the street, hands in his jean pockets and watched until her tail lights illuminated at a stop sign before she drove through the intersection. Then, he walked a few spaces up to his Bronco and hopped in. 

This morning, when you tailed Natasha, her day was rather uneventful. You waited until you spotted her sleek SUV rolling out of the private garage of her condo building. Shifting into drive, you followed as she first stopped at the post office. Once she came back out, Natasha took a call while she sat in the vehicle, shuffling around, looking for something she eventually found. 

Next, she stopped for gas and went inside to get a shitty gas station latte. Seemed to be a routine indulgence for her. After that, she spent what seemed like an eternity in the grocery store. Once all her groceries were loaded into her vehicle, Natasha headed back to her condo that was tucked in a mid-sized building on the downtown main drag.

You’d found the building plans in the public records and knew which unit was hers. Although the building wasn’t that large, it was well-secured. In contrast, Bradley’s bungalow had a much lower security threshold. Plus, you were familiar with the layout. 

Since you’d followed Natasha this morning, and would bet your next month’s salary that she and Bradley were meeting at the Hard Deck tonight, you decided to see what Bradley was up to this afternoon.

Leisurely, you drove to Bradley’s, taking an elongated route. As you turned onto Bradley’s street, you killed the music, glided by his house, confirmed his Bronco was parked in the driveway and continued on to the street parallel to his. You parked in the spot that gave you the perfect view of his backyard and into his house through a couple curtainless windows. 

There he was. Shirtless. Floating around, bopping his head to the music surely streaming through the living room sound system. Watching through your camera lens, you snapped a few images. 

As you captured photos, you recalled the couple times you’d witness him and Natasha twirling around, dancing. Faces lit with laughter as he spun her around, and then dipped her for the finale. 

Bradley never did that with you.

The burn of jealousy you felt quickly washed away as your lens zeroed in on Bradley’s broad back. Your thoughts drifted to touching Bradley—every dimple, every tendon, every scar. 

Of course, the few months you and Bradley spent together weren’t sexless. For you, it was some of the best sex of your life, and Bradley seemed to have no complaints. A matter of fact, each moan or toe curl you were able to pull from Bradley seemed like a badge of honor.

Thinking about Bradley laying underneath you as your hand steadied yourself on his sculpted chest had you sighing deeply. You could practically feel his hip bones cradling your thighs as you rode him and his hands curving around your hips.

The memory of his thumb drawing tight circles on your clit had you sinking into your seat, squeezing your eyes closed and heat gathering in your lap. Replays of your sexcapades continued to flood your mind, filling your dam. You needed a release. Soon, your jeans were unzipped and your legs as wide as the car seat would allow.

Your lip disappeared between your teeth as you slipped your middle and ring fingers into yourself, slicking them to then paint your swollen clit so you could attempt to recreate even a fraction of the pleasure Bradley had given you several times over. 

Envisioning Bradley’s large hand palming your chest, and then sliding up to cover your throat, had you gripping the door handle with your free hand as your pace quickened. The heat in your belly was building to boil, the pot lid close to skittering off.

Bradley’s face as he finished—the furrow of his brow, twitch of his mustache—flashed through your mind and pushed you across the finish line. A sigh only for you left your lips as you let your release wash over you, dissipating the tension. Pulling yourself back together, you continued watching Bradley through the back windows. 

On his days off, he always hit the gym late in the afternoon. You attributed it to keeping his daily shower count to one. Because, undoubtedly, Bradley would come home post-workout to get ready for the Hard Deck. 

While Bradley was at the gym, you were going to the hair appointment you’d scheduled a few weeks ago. A smile pulled your lips as you perfectly parallel parked across the street from the salon. Marc, your stylist, was there to greet you with open arms and an Americano.

Like all trusted stylists, Marc knew all about your life, including Bradley. He knew all about Bradley’s longtime friend who had had her chance to shoot her shot with him. However, she hesitated too long, and now you were in the picture. But that didn’t stop her from crossing boundaries even though you asked her to stop. 

Tonight, you were going to end it once and for all.

After an afternoon in Marc’s hands, you were practically a new person. A cute sundress would compliment your makeover perfectly. Back home, you twirled in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, deciding which dress was best. Eventually, you decided on the knee-length one with flutter sleeves and a deep V-neck. 

Tonight was a night that your inability to be anywhere in a timely fashion paid off. By the time you reached the Hard Deck, the parking lot was fairly full, allowing you to park toward the back of the lot undetected. With one final look in the rearview mirror, you slid out of the driver’s seat and headed for the front door. 

Bradley’s Bronco was unmistakable, proudly parked as close to the entrance as possible. A few spaces down was Natasha’s luxury SUV.

The bar was crowded, so you easily disappeared into the sea of civilians and servicepeople. Head on a swivel, still waiting for Natasha or Bradley in your peripheral, you causally wound through the crowd, venturing around the venue. 

There he was. The floral print Aloha shirt wrapping his broad shoulders gave him away. Natasha stood tucked into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders. You recognized many of the faces they were laughing with from photos. 

With them in your sight, you headed to the bar to find a spot with a view but that also kept you in the crowd. The woman behind the bar didn’t recognize you as you ordered. One of the few times you’d been here with Bradley, he had introduced you to the bartender, who also owned the establishment. 

Drink in hand, you slipped into a seat that had conveniently opened up. Bradley and Natasha bantered with each other, with their friends and shittalked while facing each other in a game of pool. 

“Hey.” The greeting bore a hint of southern drawl. You turned to see one of their friends, the good looking blond, dragging his gaze over you. You coolly returned his greeting and took a sip of your drink. 

The man had no clue who you were. Not that you could blame him. He’d met you once and had seen you maybe two or three times total. Plus, with your drastic cut and color, you might as well be a complete stranger. 

He made small talk while he waited for a fresh round of drinks. As he departed, he invited you to stop by the group. Upon his departure, you gave him an open-ended response and a wink. 

It amazed you how few boundaries Bradley and Natasha had with each other. As the night wore on, you watched each touch grow more intimate. At one point, Bradley had his arm wrapped around Natasha’s hips with his hand in her front pocket. It was a move he had put on you while you two walked to keep you close. 

You watched as each drink made them a little looser, a little flirtier. At one point, you watched Natasha play wingman for every man in their group—except Bradley. 

At last call, the crowd began to thin. You finished your drink, cashed out and slunk to your vehicle. Hand on the door and a glance over your shoulder, you slipped into the backseat. Sitting behind the passenger seat gave you a better view of the building. To the unassuming eye, your vehicle was one of several destined to spend the night in the lot.

Before Bradley and Natasha spilled out of the Hard Deck, you watched the blond from earlier climb into a black F-150 Raptor. You were surprised to see him alone. Must be all talk. A few more familiar faces filtered out. 

Finally, they shuffled out with another friend. The friend you were convinced was pining for Natasha but was too shy to do anything about it. He and Bradley chatted while Natasha clung to Bradley’s side. She clearly was not driving tonight. They parted ways, the shy friend going to his vehicle, and Bradley putting Natasha in the passenger seat of the Bronco before getting in. 

First, Shy Friend eased out of the parking lot. Then, Bradley backed out and headed for the exit. A smile pulled your lips as he turned left, signaling he was taking her home with him.

This time you drove straight to the spot on the street parallel to Bradley’s that had the perfect sightline into his house. From there, you watched as he carried Natasha through the hall, disappearing in the direction of his bedroom. Eventually, the lights died and a stillness fell upon the house.

Quiet as possible, you slipped out of your vehicle. As you walked, you slipped on leather gloves you’d had for ages but never had a reason to wear. Knowing the family living in the house directly behind Bradley’s was away on vacation, you took the most direct route to his house. Under the cover of the thick trees and sparse streetlights, you snuck down their side yard and into the back. 

You easily scaled the standard chain-link fence that conjoined their yards. Thankfully, Bradley kept his yard tidy. Looking at his grill and the outdoor dining set made you think of the few times he’d grilled for you. Surely Natasha was reaping that benefit tenfold now. 

Standing in front of his backdoor, you gingerly grasped the handle and twisted the knob. It gave you zero resistance as the door floated open. Bradley would absolutely be locking his back door after this. Making sure the hinges didn’t  betray you, you took your time stepping across the threshold and closing yourself in. 

Enveloped in a new level of darkness, you stood for a minute, allowing your eyes to adjust. Slowly, you began to see the familiar lines of the counter and the silhouettes of appliances. 

You wanted to touch everything but knew to touch nothing. Your ears were on alert, listening for the slightest disturbance. So far, the only thing you could hear was Bradley’s deep breathing that, arguably, was a light snore. However, it didn’t sound like it was coming from his room.

Curiosity piqued, you glided toward the living room. Bingo. Splayed on the oversized, for his comfort, couch was Bradley. He was in a deep slumber. You admired him. Lips barely open, but enough to produce his audible breathing. Curls mussed and resting on his bulging bicep that acted as an extra pillow. The man ran hot, so the blanket he started his slumber with was now tangled at his feet, leaving his form clad only in drawstring gym shorts. 

As you watched him, the streetlight in front of his house gave the living room a bit more light, his chest rose and fell. Your mind wandered to why he was on the couch and not in his bed with Natasha. You didn’t think too hard about it, though. It made your task easier.

Releasing you had your fists balled at your sides, you unclenched them as you turned to head for the bedroom. The door was ajar, just the slightest. Using the back of two gloved fingers, you slowly pushed it open. 

Natasha was nestled under the fluffy bedding in the center of Bradley’s huge bed, sleeping soundly. Your eyes stayed glued to her as you crept into the room and put the door back the way you found it. Staying to the edge of the room, you calculated your plan of attack. Watching her sleep with a neutral expression, seemingly relaxed, you thought you might be beginning to understand why Bradley was so taken with her.

Gaze never leaving Natasha, you approached the edge of the bed. She didn’t stir. Removing a glove, you gingerly leaned onto the bed, knee first. Eyes still glued to Natasha for any sign of movement. Eventually, you were leaning over her, face-to-face, really studying her. 

Unable to help yourself, you ran your thumb along her full bottom lip. She was soft, angelic—maybe that’s why Bradley liked her so much. Your face was so close to hers—you really wanted to know what her lips would feel like against yours. Add evidence to the case for why Bradley liked her so much.

While you thought about Natasha’s lips, keeping your gaze on your face, you managed to mount her without disturbance. The amount of down bedding between the two of you was a huge aide in minimizing the movement ripples.

You looked at her one last time as you took one of the pillows her head wasn’t resting on and held it in front of your chest. “Sweet dreams,” you said barely above a whisper as you leaned forward to cover her face with it. 

Your grip was light until you felt her tensing. She was waking, trying to free her arms that were bracketed by your legs and trapped underneath the blankets. Her screams were muffled. “Shh, I’ll take great care of him.” Your closed eyes as you hugged her head with the pillow. Natasha was fighting less and less. 

“What the fuck?!” you heard from behind you. At the same time, you heard the door bang against the wall. You looked over your shoulder to see Bradley charging toward you. Before you could move, his hand was around your neck, ripping you off the bed. Natasha scrambled to the edge of the bed furthest away from you. Bradley was there, arms open, waiting to embrace her. 

Sheer size allowed him to throw you against the dresser a few feet away from the bed. You heard a thud and felt a sharp pain in the back of your head as you hit the heirloom dresser. Your eyes were having a hard time focusing as you slid to the floor. Involuntarily, your hand moved to the back of your head where the pain seared most. As your hand re-entered your field of vision, you could see your blood on your fingertips.

Bradley’s voice sounded distant. Question in his voice as he said your name. However, you looked up to see him kneeling in front of you. Your vision was slightly blurry. “You’ve gone too far this time.” Of course, Bradley still recognized you—some hair dye and a drastic cut wouldn’t fade your face from his memory. 

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice pulled you out of your mind and back into the room.

Natasha bound into the doorway, wearing one of Bradley’s t-shirts. He must’ve dressed her before he put her to bed. They exchanged looks before her gaze dropped to you on the floor. She quickly turned and disappeared.

“Let’s go.” Bradley gruffly grabbed your bicep. He gave you no time to get to your feet. Instead, three quarters of your body dragged along the floor as he pulled you to the kitchen. When he let you go, you slumped to the floor, your forearms stopping your face from hitting the tile. You were still lightheaded with fuzzy vision as you pressed yourself up on your palms.

“Bradley…” You slowly moved into a cross-legged sitting position.

“Don’t.” He cut you off. Bradley squared his body to you, arms across his chest. “There’s no coming back from this.” Bradley was pissed. 

You shook your head. “No, no.” Panic set in. “Don’t blame me!” you squeaked. Tears were beginning to well as you tried to get to your feet. 

“Stay on the floor,” he commanded. His look was deadly. Tears rolled down your cheeks. 

He sighed and ran his hands over his face. Bradley should’ve seen this coming. You were insane. The letters, showing up at his home unannounced, somehow frequenting the same places he did at the same. However, it never crossed his mind that you would try to murder someone, let alone his best friend.

While you reasoned with Bradley, Natasha was standing next to the couch, arms wrapped around herself, staring toward the kitchen. Eyes dilated from shock. She kept forgetting to breathe. When her body finally remembered, the sharp inhale would jolt her back to reality. She could hear Bradley’s voice but was not comprehending his words. The tones of your voice were grating her nerves, causing her arms to constrict tighter around her.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the front door slowly open. Iced to her spot beside the couch, she watched fingers curl around the edge while the barrel of a standard-issue pistol poked inside. Holding the gun was a plain-clothes police officer. “Jay.” Relief washed through Natasha as she identified the face holding the weapon. 

“Hey, Nat.” Jay mouthed and flashed a reassuring smile. Quickly, he pressed his free pointer finger to his lips. A curt nod from Natasha let him know she understood his command, and then she watched as he stalked toward the kitchen.

A friend of Bradley’s, Jay was supposed to meet them at the Hard Deck earlier but had to cancel due to work. Of course, Natasha’s heart sank a little when she heard, but the text message from him promising to make it up to her eased the discomfort. 

Jay huddled in the kitchen doorway shadows, waiting for his partner to reach the backdoor. Natasha had briefed him on the situation when she called, so they plotted their entry on the drive over. Familiar with Bradley’s house, Jay knew the entry points, so your odds of escaping were minimal. 

Back to the door, you didn’t see a face appear in the corner of the window. Bradley noticed but did not acknowledge in a way that made you aware. Not that it mattered—your vision was hazed between your head injury and the tears. Plus, you were occupied mumbling apologies to Bradley.

Everything happened all at once. The backdoor sprang open, someone jumped on top of you, and a man you had seen a few times stepped out of the shadows, pointing a gun at you. Bradley had fallen back and was standing with Natasha in his arms at the living room-kitchen threshold.

Your mind was numb as the officers cuffed you and read your Miranda rights. The last thing you remembered was falling to your knees in the driveway and yelling for Bradley to forgive you. Standing in the doorway, he looked you dead in the eyes and closed the door.

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[ohtobemare]

We have our Bradshaw Baddies™️.

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[attapullman]

Stupid White Car | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Pretty trees and cozy fire pit nights are all you expected when Robert mentioned wanting to landscape his backyard. And then the architect in the slutty white Benz shows up.

Word Count: 810

Warnings: none except sorry if your name is Alyssa 😬

A Note From Mo: The world's biggest shoutout to my favourite Bradshaw Baddie @roosterforme for coming up with this delicious idea and beta-ing this sake-written, jealousy-fueled oneshot for the neighbor!Bob anthology. Hope this satisfies everyone's appetite until Part III graces your screens.

The project was supposed to be done a week ago. No more white Mercedes in his driveway, no more lemonade on the back patio, no more mulch deliveries outside business hours. No more her.

When Robert announced he was finally landscaping his boring grass lawn while on leave, you had encouraged him. Dreams of sitting out there with him by a fire pit under some string lights danced before your eyes. But now you’re wishing he had kept his patchy lawn that turned into a mud pit at the slightest chance of rain.

Then she showed up.

You were working in your home office, deep into a spreadsheet, when you heard a female voice in the yard next door. Face pressed into the window, turning just so, a tiny postage stamp of his yard visible from your vantage point. Your sweet boyfriend walking around his desolate lawn, pointing out problems, while the most stunning woman followed him, smiling and nodding and jotting down notes. 

It should be illegal for him to look so good in faded jeans with grass stains. Or for her to pull off work boots so well. 

You missed your three o’clock meeting observing them from your hideout, having moved to the laundry room where you could see his yard better. Watched them sit at the little finicky table he needed to replace and go over pages in her catalog, pointing out the design features he liked and what she recommended. 

You didn’t know words like drip irrigation and concept plan could sound so…intimate.

Now it’s been weeks, and that annoying little car is always in his driveway. When she’s not “supervising” the subcontractor, she’s delivering supplies or needing to go over the plans one last time. The 15th has come and gone, and yet she’s still here. And you’re not sure whether it’s your imagination or not that her blouses suddenly have one less button done.

It’s a beautiful spring day outside, and you wish you were out there instead of holed up trying to make sense of this budget. The window is open to allow a soft breeze, tickling the skin not covered by your thin tshirt. An hour ago you shot Robert a text asking if he wanted to have dinner out tonight, try out that new bistro with the cute patio and enjoy the sunshine and some tiramisu. 

Maybe add in an evening walk along the beach? Ending with a night cap and him wrapped in your overstuffed comforter, enjoying his last night of leave blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.

Checking your quiet phone again, you settle down to your computer. And then you hear a perfect twinkle of a laugh. 

You abandon your computer and race down to the laundry, face pressed against the glass as emerald green jealousy licks along your skin.

No wonder you haven’t heard from Robert, his full attention is on his landscape architect as she has him choose between gravels for the stepping stones they’re finally installing. He’s brought out lemonade. Innocent blue eyes trained on her and laughing good-naturedly as she makes a joke about mortar. A joke a little too sultry for your taste.

You didn’t even hear her car pull in. When you talked to him last night he acted like all decisions had been made, one more full day of work and his backyard would be summer ready. It’s not a surprise she has weaseled herself into another visit.

Their hands accidentally brush as they flip between sample pages. Your entire being is rigid, the world in front of you an ominous red. How dare she touch what’s yours!

Before reasoning can interfere, you’re slipping on sandals and racing to the back fence. Pupils wild, heart racing, the green-eyed monster hot on your heels. 

The latch on his fence, newly installed, nearly pulverized in your jealousy-fueled mission. The gate swings open and there they sit, too close for your liking, her manicured fingers gliding along his forearm as she explains costs. 

Robert stands from his chair, shock and surprise written all over his face. He’s never seen this look in your eyes, this possession written all over your features. The woman raises her eyebrows to you, mildly shocked, mildly irritated you’ve interrupted her meeting with her favorite client.

“Alyssa, this is my, uh, neighbor next door…” he trails off awkwardly, realizing he’s never had to introduce you since that fateful night in your kitchen.

You see her smirk. Her revealing blouse. Her eyes that pity you. And from the corner of your eye, you see that stupid white Mercedes.

Rounding the rickety table, Robert’s eyes are filled with nothing but affection. A gentle reminder that she’s had his time, but you have his heart.

Your shoulders relax, returning her smug smile as you complete his sentence. “Neighbor…and girlfriend.”

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[roosterforme]

listen... i know you're a Bradshaw baddie. i do. but your top posts??

they're tattling on you for opening your heart and your masterlist. and i could not be happier for it ahahahah 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Anya, I've been mid existential crisis all week over this, so thank you for pointing it out again 😭 *cancels everything Bob and Jake immediately*

[dragon--sage]

just read that dragon age: dreadwolf has been renamed to dragon age: the veilguard and i am……… not hating it, but i am going to miss dreadwolf, i think it had a ring to it?

interesting to think about the idea of a ‘veilguard’ in a set up where solas has sworn to tear down the veil.

maybe the mc? or their party? hopelessly trying to plug up holes in the veil while solas and his demon buds zip in and out of them and create more constantly??? it’s giving ‘i have one job and it’s going very poorly’. definitely appreciate that lmao.

i can’t help but wonder (*carrie bradshaw voice*)…….. why they made the change? was someone eternally bothered by the fact that as it’s written in the series dread wolf has never been one word lmao (which if that’s the case….. same)? or that it implies solas is the main focus/baddie of the story when that’s not what they’re going for ????

lots to ponder and i guess it’ll be under a new tag now

[laracrofted]

happy new year, dear ames! and here we goooo (I don't know if there is an ask limit but I'm here to find out):

first things first, i have to give love to @gretagerwigsmuse and @sometimesanalice for the simple reasons that they let me go into their messages, drop a bomb of fic, run and hope for the best. they are the best, helping me get fics over the line, critiquing, editing, offering suggestions, overuse of caps, commas and exclamation points and in general, just squeeing with me. but not only that, as you know, they are beautiful writers themselves. i'd rec fics but their masterlists are seen to be believed. I couldn't pigeonhole a singular fic.

my love @pisupsala one of the first real multichap writers I got into. Mila knows I live and breathe for her writing and she is just the sweetest and kindest. I would pay for her words.

@jupitercomet king of the AU, we love big bradley in this house and even in my fics, i can't see him below 6'5 and blame Bugs wholly for that.

@bobfloydsbabe one of my first fandom friends and I just adore Helena - she knows I'd go to war for her. And seriously: I would.

@a-reader-and-a-writer Vee, I simply love you. There is nothing else I can say except talent and sweetness wrapped in a bow of rainbows x

@butaneandthebeast I will write you sonnets if you let me.

@daughter-of-aphrodite & @lizziespidiepridie my timezone queens. What are the flavours tonight, ladies?

@ryebecca makes us most beautiful moodboards. she knows the affection i have for bradbrad and she happily delivers him to my messages to let me know when she has dropped another beautiful incarnation so I don't miss it being on the wrong side of the planet.

@thedroneranger Bradshaw baddie and creative to boot.

@laracrofted Ames, I simply adore you.

some people who make my heart a-flutter with their support, reblogs, comedy (and I'm sorry if I've forgotten anyone, I'm writing on stolen time, the dog needs a walk and I've got freeloaders here tonight for NYE): @na-ta-sh-aa @idontwannanamethisthing @crustyhoneybadger @yuckosworld @tvjunkie08 @babycallmyname @fanficfandomlove @roosterforme @perfectprettypisces @teacupsandtopgun @shhoooketh @nouis-bum @senawashere @eli2447 @shanimallina87 @tgmreader @mak-32 @elusive-honeydew @blue-aconite @beyondthesefourwalls @hangmanssunnies @ofstoriesandstardust @mothdruid @wintercap89 @rae-gar-targaryen @dissonannce

Happy New Year and here's to the TGM fam in 2024! 🍾🪩🥹

what a wonderful note, cass 🤍 happy new year, and i adore you right back!

end of the year positivity night 💌

[topguncortez]

lol y'all thought I was joking huh

[108garys]

Mayshaw

Of all the things I could have drawn I chose Lady Bradshaw and Jenny may because why not put to Midcentury blonde bombshells together ❤

I have named the ship of these two villianess baddies "mayshaw"

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[lesseraive]

gifwrapped 2023!!! i was tagged by @facethesuns @irlvernon and @doyeons thank you guys so much <333

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (totally fine to skip months) and tag some CCs you love!

ps: i'm including gifs posted across all the blogs i'm apart of! i did a similar tag on my enhypen blog

january: - most popular: the boys yunjin - my fav: sugar rush ride mv

february: - i barely giffed this month so just gonna share my fav: ay-yo mv i love the colors in this one!

march: - most popular: jennie for calvin klein - my fav: liz and liz !!!!

april: - most popular: giddy xiaoting!!! - my fav: coachella jennieee

may: - most popular: MY MANNN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN - my fav: my man ^^ and spici winter

june: - most popular: chaechae :] - my fav: apple jungwon

july: - most popular: eleven wonyoung - my fav: fav releases and gee eff :]

august: - most popular: jihyo in the rain + carrie bradshaw 😭 (including both bc im pretty sure they are the most popular sets i made this year) - my fav: the return of blonde liz and long hair gaeul!

september: - most popular: samantha jones,,, okay satc fandom outperforming kpoppies - my fav: rainbow after like!

october: - most popular: ending baddies~ - my fav: off the record whispering and performance so sad this one flopped

november: - most popular: winter ヾ(☆▽☆) - my fav: criminal love hee and all my 111823 stage gifs

december: - most popular: jay peekaboo - my fav: i've mine era + do not touch mv and my ive/aespa gifs from gayo daejeon!

i'm just gonna tag ccs i love i'm not sure who has done this so !! @twiceland @fawad-khan @jeonwonwoo @emoremix @ajusnice @saerom @tutontawan @komca @toplines @kwon-eunbi @shnryjn @prkjihyos @solojihyo @backformores @mimisamo @miyawaki @yutito

[ereardon]

For your Recco List, might I recommend "false god" by @cherrycola27

It's a gender bent retelling of the myth of Hades (and Persephone aka the worst goddess ever)

In Nik's version, Hades is a female fighter pilot with a legendary career who's been banished to Earth. She gets station with the Dagger Squad and falls for one Bradley Bradshaw. As the story evolves, we see Hades go from isolating herself, to letting herself fall in love and be loved while dealing with and healing her past trauma. It's a work in progress, and I can't way to see where Nik takes it. The way she incorporates her own spin on mythology in it thrills me!

Omgosh this is such a fun and interesting premise @cherrycola27!!!

My husband is a total mythology nerd so he would love this if he had one millionth as much of a crush on Bradley as I do lol. Love that you've recommended a WIP, I feel like sometimes people feel like they can't make reccos until a series is over but that doesn't have to be the case.

This is totally going on my TBR! And for any Bradley Baddies™ out there, this sounds like one for y'all!

Here's the series masterlist

Recommend a fic you love and spotlight a writer!

[thedroneranger]

Nik! This is Dadley Dadshaw, but make it presidential. I did take some creative liberties. This board is how Wise-woman sees Bradley in the first weeks after the twins arrive. He's leveled up, mastering the art of parenthood but also running a country.

President Dadshaw | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw | requested by @cherrycola27 | Red, White, and Rooster universe

The Drone Ranger’s Moodboard Mania

Taglist: @cherrycola27 @roosterforme @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @mayhemmanaged @desert-fern @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner @penguin876 @kmc1989 @xoxabs88xox @mak-32 @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @cassiemitchell @seitmai

[ohtobemare]

can anyone be a Bradshaw Baddie or is it an existing group of blogs?

Well howdy my friend! 🫶💕

So this is not technically MY term—I was crowned a BB™️ by the beautiful @thedroneranger who coined the term.

I believe the only rules are that being a Baddie is first, a state of mind; secondly, Rooster is your first TGM love (how couldn’t he be though I mean???).

So if that’s you I preemptively say welcome(???). Come in come in to the henhouse! 🐓💕

[myfaveficrecs]

Creator Spotlight

@thedroneranger​ has some of the most amazing little worlds they create with the relationships they cultivate within their stories. My current favorite is the To Do List, but don’t just take my word for it. Please head over to their masterlist and show them all the love with likes, comments, and reblogs.

A Little Q & A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made? This is a tough one! Fan fic for me is so self-indulgent, so it’s hard to pick. Right now, I really like Mustache Masquerade. And, my two Bradley fics, You Get Me Closer and Puppies are Forever, were really fun to write. 

 2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out? So hard to give just three! I’m gonna pick based on what I’m reading right now. @cherrycola27​’s masterlist is a treasure trove. Currently, she’s running two series I’m OBSESSED with: Till Death? and To Hec and Back. Also check out her one shots! One of my favorites is Domestic AF. 

@chemistryread ( @ikercasllias​ ) has a Jake fic I literally can’t stop re-reading. It’s not complete yet, but it’s one of my favorite fics in the fandom. I actually found her because she wrote a Rhett Abbott fic that has just as much of a chokehold on me. Content comes in many forms, so I want to mention @babyrooster​ and @unicornships​. The visual content they create and curate provides a lot of the organic, real-time interaction within the fandom. I interact with something from each of them at least once a day. Truly, this list could go on and on! 

 3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for? Ooh, my WIPs are overflowing. I’ll have two entries for @roosterforme​’s Love is in the Air challenge. Of course, one Jake and one Bradley. Gotta do right by my Seresin Girlies and Bradshaw Baddies™️. Something outside my wheelhouse is I have a one shot idea for Bob that I’m fleshing out, so Bobby Gals stay tuned. Working title is Bob vs. B.O.B. 😏 There’s also a Rhett Abbott WIP kicking about for the Lewis Pullman fans reading this. It would focus on Rhett as a bull rider. Plenty of angst. Lastly, I have a few Javy ideas whirling around. Writing about Jake’s bestie seems like a natural next step to exploring other characters in the TGM universe.

@roosterscock​​​​

@roosterforme​​​​

@bradshawsbitch​​​​

@jupitercomet​​​​

@seresinhangmanjake​​​​

@fandomxpreferences​​​​

@wildbornsiren​​​​

@babyrooster​​​​

@gretagerwigsmuse​​​​

@ohtobeleah​​​​

@callsign-marlie​​​​

@callsign-milano​​​​

@callsign-phoenix​​​​

@call-sign-jinx​​​​

@oncasette​​​​​

@topguncortez​​​​

@topgun-imagines​​​​

@roleycoleyreccenter​

@call-sign-shark​​​

@cherrycola27​​​

@thedroneranger​​

@notroosterbradshaw​

@almostgenerallyalways​​​​

@roosterbruiser​​​​

@teacupsandtopgun​​​​​

@endofdays56​

[roosterbruiser]

how’re my Bradshaw baddies today…….

[roosterforme]

okay so i finally saw anyone but you today and i have to say i am a miles/bradley girly through and through HOWEVER glen powells ASS is phenomenal

It's okay to look and appreciate, nonny. We all do. Even the Bradshaw Baddies.

[lewmagoo]

I’m sliding in to share some gratitude of my own 😊

My OG BB™️, @roosterforme, who has created four roo-nicorns 🦄🦄🦄🦄 that I truly enjoy reading about. I also enjoy when she lets Jake Seresin roam around the ranch every now and then 🤠

Little Miss Onion 🧅, @cherrycola27, who keeps us all on our toes, and me in my grave. Thank goodness she resides in the neighboring coffin and also is good at seances so she can resurrect me 🍒

To my fellow Seresin Girlies @mayhemmanaged and @cassiemitchell. Thank you for thirsting over our VP with me 🖤 We know I love my Bradshaw Baddies™️, but it’s nice to some Seresin Girlies

Lastly, I could tag a bunch of folks from memory, but I would not be able to hit everyone, so thank you to anyone who has written a fic I read, curated a moodboard I liked or painstakingly created a gif I reblogged. And to anyone who has taken the time to read, comment or positively interact with me and others creators, you make this fandom great. Let’s keep doing it!

🖤

hugs and love to all of these lovelies